Bad Boy Brody(48)

“Just—”

She was already at the patio door, but she looked back.

I felt for her. There was a look of agony on her face as she waited.

“Just come back. Okay?”

She nodded again, but then she was across the room in a heartbeat. She caught my face between her palms, and her lips were on mine in the next second. She pressed up on her tiptoes, her mouth commanding and loving, harsh and soft all at the same time.

I caught her face in my hands, too, and kissed her back.

She was saying goodbye, but she was also telling me she was coming back. I tasted her, slipping my tongue inside, and she moaned, her hands moving to grasp at my shirt. I tipped her head back, my lips becoming softer against hers, coaxing.

She didn’t want to go. I could feel the struggle in her, and the longer I kissed her, the more I knew I could get her to stay.

I poured everything I had into that kiss.

She moaned. It was slight, but I heard it, and then her entire body melted against mine.

I swept her up, bending and grabbing behind her legs. I never pulled away. I never stopped kissing her as I carried her into the bedroom. The light stayed off. Nothing was touched so the window shade was slightly pulled back, letting the moonlight cast a reflection over the bed. As I set her on the bed, I settled beside her, kissing her still.

I think I would’ve kissed her for the rest of our lives if I had to at that moment. My desperation to keep her with me, to love her, taste her, explore her, worship her was all-consuming. I needed to keep reminding her that she was human.

She wanted to pull away, go hide again, maybe feel the adrenaline rush of being on Shiloh or running with the herd.

I would give her that rush.

I began to explore her body, my hand stroking her stomach and then slipping past her jeans. I didn’t wait. As my tongue was brushing against hers, my fingers went under her underwear and slipped inside her. I thrust them deep, and she surged in my arms. She came alive, gasping, and her head fell back to the pillow. I rose over her, finding her mouth again. I wouldn’t leave it for long, no way. It was my lifeline to her.

I worked her to a climax, loving how she gasped for me, how her hips began to move with my fingers. Shifting my weight so I was partially resting over her, I used my other hand to touch her stomach. I pushed her shirt up, bending to kiss her there. Then back to her mouth, another long kiss.

My hand caressed her, grazing over her ribs, encircling her breasts. I dropped to kiss her other breast. Then, as my thumb rubbed the moisture from my mouth away, I went back to kissing her. All the while, I kept sliding my fingers in and out.

I could feel her body lifting off the bed with each stroke. She began to shudder, and I paused.

I kissed her throat, tasting where she exposed her neck for me, how she was moving to lead me where she wanted me to taste her. I moved around her throat before dropping my lips back to her breast. My tongue laved over her, and she moaned again, grabbing the back of my head.

Her hips were moving still, lifting and rotating with my fingers.

She was going to come soon. I felt her tighten around me, the spasms rolling over her, but I kept moving my fingers.

She gasped, arching up completely.

My mouth was on her breast, but then she choked out a gasp and scrambled toward me. She grabbed my shirt, pulling it up and then off.

My dick was so hard that if I let go of the top button, he would bust the zipper open. I knew I shouldn’t have, but as she climaxed in my arms, I pulled my fingers out and then rested over her. We were groin to groin, and I could feel her entrance. I wanted in her.

God. Fuck.

I didn’t know if I could hold out.

I wanted to savor this, draw it out, and make her addicted to me.

Holding her thigh flat against the mattress, I ground into her.

Her legs twitched. She tried to tighten them against me, but I didn’t let her.

She looked at me, biting back a grin. I gave her a wolfish grin in return, my eyes eating up every inch of her exposed skin.

Perfection.

And every inch of her was mine.

I let out a growl again and bent, my teeth lightly nipping her breast.

She cried out, but when I thought she would catch my face and lift my mouth to hers again, she pushed my hand aside and reached for my pants. She had the zipper down in a flash, then I was out, and she wrapped a hand around me.

We rolled and she rose above me.

Still holding me, her eyes holding mine at the same time, she impaled me, sheathing herself down on me, and then we both went still at the contact.

I let out a shallow breath, my eyes darting to hers.

She was grinning, and she bit her lip again.

I groaned, catching her lips with mine.

Laughing softly, the sound caressing my mouth, she began to move for me. Her hips rolled back and forth, and then I took over. I couldn’t hold back.

I pulled her back underneath me.

In.

Out.

I began moving faster as she deepened the kiss, her tongue finding mine.

I couldn’t get close enough to her. I wrapped my arm around her back, crushing her to me. I thrust in, going deep. I pushed all the way until I felt her wall before pulling back out, only to go in again. I paused there, grinding into her, and she began to whimper. Her mouth fell open, a throaty moan leaving her.

This wasn’t enough. I needed to be deeper inside her.

“Do you trust me?” I panted as I ground into her again.